Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.